Another Morning Walk, Another Revelation

Angel hands
cleanse the world,
caress it
as we sleep

so that I
can wake up
and go outdoors
and walk early 
and feel
the vestiges
of that Touch,
so sweet,
so gentle,

on this day
which will bring
the fire of the sun
before many hours.

What a blessing!
And how now
in these troubled times
our minds go
to imagining someday
there may no longer be mornings,
there may no longer be peace,
and that the Angels
may abandon us.

But this day
is still
the First Morning,

and it leaves me
with hope
that this Beauty
is eternal,
imperishable.